Keeps on giving.
It was made from my heart
And my womb.
The gift is you.
A selfish gift
Given to myself
Wrapped in a
Newborn's blanket.
The gift I gave
That winter day
Is growing!
And not just a mother
Basks in your worth.
Stray dogs and puppies
Follow you.
And your oft too gloomy
Dungeon master
Brother laughs
Because you tame the cave bear
In the blueberry patch
To rip his monsters to shreds!
Teachers admire you
And tease
When you earn less than 100%.
Old folks remember
How to smile
When you play your fiddle.
Coach has praised
Your hustle.Tegan,
Beautiful philosopher,
My greatest gift of all
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How very beautiful she is, your gift who keeps on giving. Such a lovely tender poem, such a beautiful spirit your girl has.
ReplyDeleteWell, I sure think so.
DeleteAwww.. it is such a beautiful poem and so is your daughter..
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
DeleteI agree, our children are our best gifts--a lovely poem for your beautiful daughter :-)
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't surprise me that I'm not the only one who feels that way. Thanks.
DeleteThe prompt made me think of my kids too! Your love of your daughter comes through in every line!
ReplyDeleteI just hope I didn't embarrass her - you know how they get sometimes.
DeleteI don't think you embarrassed her, I think she probably feels touched.
ReplyDeleteYou made me wonder about it, so I asked. She said "both" and it was okay as long as I didn't write one about her everyday. I told her the next one would be called "Stinkerbell."
DeleteAnd may she always acknowledge the incredible gift we know as a mother's love.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteLibby I love your poem and the tenderness of your view. A gift of wonder that embraces all of us, who take this journey!
ReplyDeleteWonderful...I loved it :D
Thanks.
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